arthurian-legend

I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.

Giving her a slow, coaxing smile that turned the heat in the room up by a thousand degrees, he stroked her lips with the balls of his thumbs as he murmured, __an we get back to talking about possibly inviting that werewolf for sex?

Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you__e existed for a long time in darkness.

He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.

Gawain laid his hand on his son__ shoulder. __ir Perceval, when the priest reads the lesson, he says that he who would save his life must lose it. Good words for any man, for there are moments when cowardice will bring death more surely than boldness. But the ordinary man knows, when he goes out to meet the wolf in his road, that he may yet come home in peace. Not so the knights of the Round Table. We win through one deadly peril only to face another. If we banish one evil, we must go on to the next and after that, to the next__ntil death meets us in the path. We yield up our bodies every day, not for glory and fortune but so that those weaker than ourselves may live. Do you understand?_ __ do,_ said Sir Perceval. __nd I say that there is no nobler calling. I am content._ But then he thought of the Lady Blanchefleur kissing his brow on a night of fire and blood, and with a sudden ache of grief told himself that even a hundred years of peace would not be enough time to spend with her.

Stories require faith, not facts.